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jaziah! – flu game كلمات اغاني

it’s 9am right now, i’m sick as h_ll
i don’t got my voice, but i’m still snapping
i’m really him, i’m really him
skinny n_gga, but in that paint man i go bully, i go pitt

throwing bullets all on that play, k!ll seven man i feel like vick
diamonds on me and they keep dancing, wrist flooding man i swear i’m sick
pretty b_tch and she all on me, get up in her and i beat her cl_t
pretty n_gga, all these n_ggas want a copy, all that swag n_gga

leaching n_gga, get off your ass and get a motherf_cking bag n_gga
rap n_gga, he think it’s sweet, we get up right up on his ass n_gga
i’m f_cking snapping, a lot of hoes, a lot of action
i love f_cking bad b_tches, a lot of clothes, a lot of fashion

i like driving fast cars, a lot of tracks, a lot of traction
i love smoking good gas, a lot of blunts, a lot of passing
i like shooting big guns, a lot of screams, a lot of clapping
f_ck her with my grillz in, with my f_cking chain on

rugrat music still playing, she can’t pick a fav song
i always win or no guidance, b_tch i put the gang on
h_lla bankrolls be the tape, then i beat her trey songz
atlanta n_gga, look me in my eye, why your pants so tight

slim n_gga, 28’s, and i’m still her f_cking type
my shooter, keep straps, like a motherf_cking dyk_
i’m him, 4l, jaz you motherf_cking right
and i keep shooting with my left, but i’m driving with my right
i’m in her head so f_cking bad, middle name just might be lice
bad lil b_tch, she from the bay, i think her dad was jerry rice
march up in his f_cking trap, they illegal b_tch we ice
call up des to whoop her ass, slide the block and go get kyce

i don’t need no f_cking god, shut up b_tch, i’m jesus christ
f_ck the wok, man i want tris, sipping purple, f_ck a white
my b_tch love me so d_mn bad, wipe me down like baby wipe
and i’m a real life blood, and my blood get h_lla slimy

n_gga think he dej loaf, now he dead man, why he try me
and i hang with real steppers, shoot him up and chance behind me
momma stressing swear we good, all these labels wanna sign me
b_tch i swear that’s not my baby, we ain’t f_ck, that b_tch ain’t by me

fortify the f_cking trap, b_tch i feel like murakami
i was broke as h_ll in school, now them hunnids right beside me
i’m the biggest in the game, throw the knife like i’m a azami
i’m really him, stop f_cking playing with me

i’m your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, this sh_t too easy for me
i ain’t no mumble rapper, no whisper rapper, i’m a real f_cking stepper
and i’m sick b_tch

- jaziah

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